Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Just the stupid plot is mine.
A/N: Ok, this is a very short prologue. I know I should be working on 'Meant to be' and I am. This plot had been bugging me from a long time and I thought I'd just put it up. Let me know if you like it, so that I can continue this story. This is a very different idea I had… do give it a chance.
Harry sighed as he walked along the halls of Hogwarts. The place held so many memories for him. Good as well as bad, but both being the important things in his life. This was the place where he had his first friends. This was the place he had felt at home. This was the place where… he had fallen in love.
The very thought of her sent him shaking to the ground. She had been here. Just a few moments ago. Fighting like a warrior princess. But now… she was no more… she was gone… taken down by her enemy…
A tear dripped down Harry's cheek. Thankfully he was in an abandoned corridor. Bellatrix's well aimed killing curse had gotten its mark. It had killed her. His one love. The girl that had meant more than the world to him. He had tried his best to keep her away from all the bad things. But yet, she had suffered. She was wounded. She was hurt. And now… she was dead. Gone. Forever. And he was left mourning for her.
He clutched his jacket hard. He had seen that one last determined look on her face before she had fallen down to the ground. The look had said many things her words couldn't have communicated. She fought for her lost brother. She fought for many lost lives. She fought for the end of all this. She fought for this cruelty to end. And in the end, she had died for the cause. So Harry did the thing she had wanted. He had killed Voldemort. He had finished the war. He had ended it all. But yet… he was left with only loneliness. He had lost her. Nothing else mattered. All the suffering for nothing. There was nothing more he wanted more than her to be here. With him. For him. But she wasn't. She was gone. And that stabbed him worse than any knife could have. He was alone. All again. The one person he wanted the most, the one person who meant the world to him was gone now.
He broke down. The reality hit him then. She was no more at all. And he had to continue alone in his path. He had to live. He wouldn't give up. There were people who still needed him and he wouldn't abandon them now. He wouldn't. But he was all alone… she was gone… he was all alone…
Two hands rested on his shoulder. And Harry looked back to look into the teary faces of his two best friends. Maybe he wasn't so alone after all…
A/N: Ok… so done. I know it was angsty. Like it or not? Let me know. Please do review. There's nothing interesting in prologue. But as you've read the summary, and if the idea appeals to you please review and let me know if you want me to continue.
Constructive criticisms are welcome but please no flames.